Fallen Star || James Potter

32. Halloween... Again

Hello my loves

Thank you for your patience again. I've been visiting my friend so I've been super busy.

This chapter is from Peter's pov (the only one we hadn't done yet.) so it took me a little longer to do. I also want to relay across that Peter is a little bit of an unreliable narrator, so bear that in mind.

So yeah, hope you all enjoy <3

Song: Changes (David Bowie)

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Halloween... Again

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October 31st, Tuesday. 1972

Peter Pettigrew had spent a good portion of his life having to prove himself to others, that much had always remained the same.

The Pettigrews, whilst coming from a long line of purebloods, had a tendency to produce squibs - in essence, wizard-born muggles. This meant, from the second Peter had taken his first breath, all eyes were on him to do something that expressed magical abilities.

It took a few years, but eventually, on his fifth birthday, Peter was able to relight the candles on his cake after already blowing them out. It was a small act that could have very easily been missed had all the attention not been on him at that moment, only being lit for a second before he blew them back out.

But it was enough. It was enough for his entire family to let out a sigh of relief and rejoice in happiness that he was not an embarrassment or a failure. That the family name could continue in the Wizarding World for a little longer.

Peter also had a sister - Philomena Pettigrew. She was much older than him, finishing Hogwarts the year before he started. She had a liking for all things muggle, even had a secret muggle boyfriend that Peter was not allowed to tell anyone about. Although, it was pretty obvious anyway. Their family knew one day she would most likely run away from the wizarding world all together, which they hated - of course, but they couldn't do anything about it.

That just meant it was up to Peter to be the perfect child for them. To befriend all the other pureblood wizards and try to rebrand the family name to something more than just muggle-lovers and squibs. To once again, prove himself.

The only person Peter never had to prove himself to was his best friend, James Potter.

James had been Peter's best friend for most of his life. Living only a few doors away from one another meant they had pretty much grown up together, every evening spent flying around James' full sized quidditch pitch and every day spent chasing his younger sister around the garden with worms they had found in the compost.

It was perfect. For as long as he could remember, it was him and James against the world, and nothing could stop them.

That was until they started at Hogwarts.

A few days before starting school, James promised Peter that nothing would change. That they would remain best friends and spend their entire school life together.

James didn't exactly break this promise. He always made an effort to include Peter in everything and make sure he was never alone, that whatever James did, Peter did too, that any friends James made would also become Peter's friends.